2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 13 - A Mystery Through Pages

~Bellamy's POV~

I wake up to my heavy eye lids wanting to fall back over my eyes. I force them open and look around the room, empty.

I hang my arm off the side of the sofa and cover my eyes with my other forearm and sigh. I though getting back to earth would mean real sleep-in's and my energy being re-filled every day.

Obviously I was wrong.

As my arm falls to the ground my fingers sweep past the book cover lying next to me on the floor. I open my eyes and move away my arm and look down to the floor and at the book. I sit up and stretch and bend down to take the book in my hands when I hear footsteps enter the rec room.

I stand up automatically and hit the book with my heal, pushing it under the sofa in one swift motion. I place my hands behind my neck and act like I'm stretching as Octavia walks up next to me.

"Did you sleep here?" She asks pointing to the ruffled couch and cushions.

"Yeah." I say looking to the small mess I have made. I watch her nod in understanding before continuing to walk through the rec room and out another door. I take a breath before reaching my hand under the sofa and pulling out the black leather book. Hades helmet engraved on the front of the cover.

I take the book in my hands and open the cover taking my seat on the couch once again.

I look to the first page and see the words on the first page once again, the ink messy and almost rushed.

"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

I run my fingers over the black ink and look to the handwriting. Not mine, defiantly not mine. Not Octavia's, not Clarkes. No one that I know writes like this.

I turn to the next page and are meted by a small paragraph of words. I look to the black printed writing and find myself reading it without knowing.

The world would never be the same again after the last reign of terror was unleashed by the gods on that final day.

I read over the text and find myself very confused. I then noticed the underlined letters randomly selected. I quickly put the letters together and my brain scrambles.

I place the letters together and spell out the word, death. I look to the sentence and see the words dance around on the page, who would do this?

I turn the next page and see the whole page full of writing, the chapter name on the top of the page and more writing printed onto the page, and more written writing in black pen covering the margins and corners of the page.

I look to the chapter and see a simple roman numeral marking the first chapter. I start to read and realize it is just a short story with old English being used, this book is a part of history, I am reading history.

I move my gaze to the side of the paragraphs and to the messy black ink lining the sides of the page. Most are just scribbles I can't even make out. I look to the large black dots written up and down the margins and line them up with sentences and soon have a series of words at my fingertips, only found by joining up the simple dots on the page.

Hope-can-always-be-found

I shake my head in confusion. How can someone go from saying death and then coming to this conclusion. I swipe to the next page tired of wondering what the other lines and scribbles mean on the first.

I'm met with yet another page of rushed writing, and yet more scribbles of black pen. I sigh and look over the words. I look to the top of the page and see the page number instead of the chapter. I look to the draw lines coming down form the number 2 and follow them down the page. Each line meeting with a word.

I look to the first word, then the second, then the third until I have them all put into place in my head.

From the ashes, we will rise

I look to the banners around the rec room and see the triangle symbol on some of the banners, others containing grounder symbols like in Octavia's office.

Whoever wrote in this book knew about the bunker we are in now, they could have lived in the bunker we are in now, there could be others and they could be alive.

~Clarke's POV~

I wake up to the blanket still over my head and the light still on. I pull my arms out of the blanket and push it out of the way as I move out of bed and over to the desk. I pull my boots over my cold feet and pull my jacket out from my bag, the material brushing against my skin leaving me with goose bumps.

I take a deep breath and swing my gun and pack over my shoulder and head for the door, grabbing Bellamy's jacket on the way out.

I walk down the concreate halls and are soon in one of the rec areas. I look to see Octavia around a very large table and see her with maps and pencils in her hands, pointing and watching as fellow grounders mark out several spots on the map.

I walk over and my eyes scan across the maps, parts of mountain ranges circled and notes and directions dotted down on pieces of paper. I walk over and stand next to Octavia looking through her plans.

"Are you ready?" She asks placing a mask on like her brother. I only nod and she responds with packing up the nots and placing them in a small leather pouch.

"I am trusting you with this, it contains the list of things we need from the drop ship." She says handing me the pouch. I nod and take it from her slipping it into my pack.

"That is if the drop ship even survived the death wave." Says a voice from behind me. I turn around and are met by Raven.

"She's right." I say to Octavia. I watch her consider this before looking back to me. I watch her nod before pointing to one of the larger maps spread out on the table.

"If the drop ship is destroyed, travel to this lake and see if the water is pure or drinkable, if it is even there. If not look for one the fallen ark stations on the way back here." She says folding up yet another map and handing it to her.

I nod and take the map, three plans, that can all go wrong.

"The trip will take about 4 days." She says looking to Raven behind me and the rest of the warriors around the table, the ones selected to go on these missions. I look to them all, weapons in hand, faces stern and bodies ready to fight, just like someone I know.

"Where's Bellamy?" I ask looking around the room for his grey shirt and brown locks. As if on que he walks into the room, a black book in his hands and his hair ruffled into a mess. I watch him walk up to Octavia and give her a nod before looking to me.

I nod to him and he nods back.

"Bellamy, as you missed most of this meeting, your second Nickal will inform you of your mission." Says Octavia gesturing to a built warrior standing next to her. I watch as she hands Bellamy a leather pouch just like mine containing maps and lists of the supplies we are needing to gather.

"O, I might need a few things." He says to her quietly and I watch her smile.

"Of course, we will show you to the Armory on the way out." She says walking out the door of the rec room, her warriors by her sides.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Bellamy found a book! Who knows could there be another bunker out there waiting to be found with survivors inside, or is it empty with just the supplies they need? You will have to keep reading to find out. Hope you guys like this chapter, another one coming tomorrow as always, thanks guys! :)

-RFRC